Tension

Sitting in my armchair, thinking again and again and again
Going round in a circle — I can’t get out
Then I look around, thinking day and night and day
Then you look around — there must be some explanation
And the tension builds!
Take advantage — let nothing be fantasy
How do you grow as you stunt your growth?
Nothing you say makes sense anymore
Then you look around — there must be some explanation
And the tension builds!
Sitting in my armchair, thinking again and again and again
Going round in a circle — I can’t get out
Reluctant in my cold sweat, thinking day and night and day
Then you look around — there’s nothing left to say
And the tension builds!